Rebirth of Bloody Romance

The afternoon sun shone through the sparse clouds and onto the bluestone road, casting mottled shadows. Zhong Yuemin hurriedly crossed the bustling campus, feeling worried, wondering how his little girl was doing in kindergarten.

As for the evening self-study class later, he was not planning to attend.

Yan Weimin, as a prominent figure on campus in the new semester, always thinks highly of himself. He cannot stand Zhong Yuemin's casual attitude, and cannot stand the feeling of being ignored. Whenever he sees Zhong Yuemin's leisurely and contented look, Yan Weimin feels a surge of anger in his heart.

This time, Zhong Yuemin did not attend the evening self-study class, which made Yan Weimin very angry. He felt that Zhong Yuemin was deliberately challenging his authority and ignoring his existence. Yan Weimin secretly swore in his heart that he must find an opportunity to teach Zhong Yuemin a lesson and let him know how powerful he is.

Just like that, a seemingly ordinary little thing actually planted a deep hidden danger between the two people.

Zhong Yuemin rode his motorcycle and soon arrived at the kindergarten in Dongcheng. He looked from afar and saw his wife Zhou Xiaobai and mother-in-law Chen Yijun waiting at the entrance of the kindergarten. Zhou Xiaobai was wearing a light and elegant dress, and the breeze blew her skirt gently, like a fairy descending to the earth. Chen Yijun had a serious face, and the two didn't know what to say.

When Zhong Yuemin approached, Chen Yijun saw him, a trace of displeasure flashed across her face, and she curled her lips slightly and said, "Look at you two, there's nothing to worry about. I'll come to pick you up every day from now on, and you should go to work and school as usual." Although her voice was not loud, it carried an unquestionable majesty.

Zhong Yuemin smiled, a gentle smile on his face. He knew Chen Yijun's temper very well, but he didn't want to make her worry too much. "Thank you, Mom! This is the first day of school, and Xiaobai and I want to pick up Xiao Shihua in person to feel her growth. We will be relieved to leave her to you when you are old." His words were full of gratitude and respect.

Zhou Xiaobai also came forward, gently took Chen Yijun's hand, and said softly, "Mom, we know you're working hard. But it's Xiao Shihua's first day at school, and we're a little worried. After these few days, we'll let you take care of the transportation."

Chen Yijun's expression eased a little after hearing this. She sighed and said, "I know all this too. Just leave it to me and don't worry."

The three of them stood at the door, chatting about family matters, waiting for Xiao Shihua to appear. The door of the kindergarten slowly opened, and a group of lively and cute children flew out like little birds. Xiao Shihua saw Zhong Yuemin and Zhou Xiaobai at a glance, and she ran over excitedly and threw herself into their arms.

"Dad, Mom, Grandma, I had a lot of fun in kindergarten today!" Xiao Shihua said excitedly.

Zhong Yuemin and Zhou Xiaobai both laughed. Seeing Xiao Shihua's happy face, they were filled with happiness and satisfaction. Chen Yijun also smiled.

Zhong Yuemin picked up Xiao Shihua and kissed her gently on the face, then turned to Chen Yijun and said, "Mom, look, Xiao Shihua is so happy. You will have to take care of her in the future."

Chen Yijun looked at Xiao Shihua's innocent smile, and the dissatisfaction in her heart disappeared. She nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will take good care of her."

The four of them walked out of the kindergarten together and set out on their way home. The sun shone on them, warm and bright.

On the way, Xiao Shihua kept telling Zhong Yuemin about what happened at school. After returning home, Xiao Shihua said to Zhong Yuemin, "Dad, I made my first friend in kindergarten today. I want to give her a gift."

"Okay! Are you going tomorrow?"

"Go ahead, the teacher will teach us dancing tomorrow! Dad, when I learn it, I'll dance for you, okay?"

"Okay, dad is waiting."

The cheerful atmosphere in the living room was set off by the one-year-old Haichen, who tottered towards his sister, Shihua. His eyes sparkled with curiosity and anticipation, as if every interaction with his sister was a new adventure in his little world.

When Zhong Yuemin saw Xiao Haichen crawling over, he smiled dotingly. He lifted Xiao Haichen up and said jokingly, "Xiao Haichen, why can't you walk yet? Daddy will teach you how to walk, okay?"

Little Haichen was not happy about it. He waved his hands in the air, trying to escape from Zhong Yuemin's hand. He kept mumbling, "Puff, puff, no." That childish voice was full of innocence and stubbornness.

Xiao Shihua, who was standing by, couldn't bear to see this. She was a clever little girl who could always come up with some unexpected ideas. She looked at Zhong Yuemin and said seriously, "Dad, my brother will walk on his buttocks."

Zhong Yuemin was stunned when he heard this. He blinked and looked at Xiao Shihua in confusion. "What the hell?" he couldn't help asking.

Seeing this, Xiao Shihua couldn't help but giggle. She walked to Zhong Yuemin, took his hand and said, "Dad, put your brother down, and you will know in a while."

Zhong Yuemin put Xiao Haichen on the ground as he was told. The little guy sat on the ground with one hand supporting the ground. His butt moved forward a little, and the other hand was still waving. Xiao Shihua stood aside, giggling and clapping her hands to cheer for her brother.

Zhong Yuemin couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene. He squatted down and gently patted Xiao Haichen's butt with his hand, "You little guy, you really know how to walk on your butt!"

Xiao Haichen seemed to understand his father's joke, turned around and gave Zhong Yuemin a bright smile, then continued his "butt walk". And he walked quite fast.

"Dad, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Zhong Yuemin sighed. "Do you know who taught your brother? It couldn't be you, right?"

"Dad, it's not me."

"Who can teach him this? He just doesn't know how he learned it himself." Zhou Xiaobai said with a smile.

“This is also…”

"Zhong Yuemin, don't make fun of my son."

The next morning, the sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting patches of light on Xiao Shihua's face. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up from the bed.

Then he went to brush his teeth and wash his face. Zhong Yuemin asked, "Girl, why did you get up so early today?"

"Dad, I have to go to school soon."

Zhong Yuemin saw that she did not have any resistance to going to school as he had worried, but instead felt an inexplicable sense of anticipation and excitement in his heart.

Xiao Shihua quickly washed up, had breakfast, and then put on her schoolbag and prepared to go out. Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Xiaobai came over, gently touched Xiao Shihua's head, and said softly, "My daughter, be a good boy in school today. Tell the teacher if anything happens, okay?"

Xiao Shihua nodded, with a determined look on her face. "Don't worry, Mom, I will."

At this time, Chen Yijun also came over. She looked at Zhong Yuemin and Zhou Xiaobai and said with a smile, "Don't worry about it, just leave it to me. There are so many people at home, we will take good care of Xiao Shihua and Xiao Haichen. Just do what you two should do!"

Zhong Yuemin and Zhou Xiaobai looked at each other and saw gratitude in each other's eyes. They knew that with Chen Yijun around, they could save themselves a lot of trouble.

On this Saturday, the sun shines through the dormitory window onto Zhong Yuemin's desk. He sits there quietly, holding a pen in his hand, writing a letter with a focused look. The air is filled with the smell of paper and ink, as if the whole world is immersed in this tranquility.

It had been several days since Qin Ling's letter arrived. The letter weighed on Zhong Yuemin's heart like a heavy stone. He knew that Qin Ling was undecided about some things and needed his advice. He was fully aware of his heavy responsibility and dared not be careless in the slightest.

The pen tip jumps on the paper, and the ink flows between the lines. Zhong Yuemin's handwriting is neat and powerful, and every word reveals his seriousness and determination. He carefully analyzes the plight of Qinling and puts forward his own views and suggestions one by one. His thoughts flow like a spring, flowing continuously between the lines.

After writing three pages, Zhong Yuemin finally breathed a sigh of relief. He put down his pen and gently rubbed his eyes to relieve the fatigue caused by long hours of writing. He studied the letter, his heart full of expectations and hope. He believed that his suggestions could help Qin Ling get out of trouble and find his own direction.

Zhong Yuemin sealed the letter carefully and prepared to go to the post office to mail it.

Li Weiguo and Chen Zhiyuan went to study abroad, leaving their beds empty. At first, the room seemed a bit deserted. However, the desertedness did not last long, because new roommates Lin Junfeng and Li Yongjun moved in.

Lin Junfeng is a tall and thin boy, always with a faint smile on his face, giving people a gentle and elegant feeling. Li Yongjun is a burly man, with a heroic look between his eyebrows. The arrival of the two of them has injected new vitality into the dormitory.

At this time, Zhong Yuemin looked at the three people in the dormitory who were studying hard, and couldn't help but joked, "Brothers, stop looking, let's go out for a walk. Why are you studying so hard? Studying like a fool, studying like a fool, I'm talking about you guys."

Lin Junfeng was furious when he heard Zhong Yuemin's words, and he scolded Zhong Yuemin. "Zhong Laoer, don't think that everyone in the world is like you, with no ambition! The great comrade Edison said long ago that genius is 1% talent plus 99% sweat. We have to rely on hard work!"

Zhong Yuemin was not to be outdone. He raised his lips and smugly retorted, "Hey, Xiao Linzi, you are not a proper imitator of my words. By the way, why didn't you mention the last sentence? Edison also said that the 1% of talent is the most important, even more precious than the 99% of sweat!"

At this time, Liu Minghua couldn't stand it anymore, and threw a pillow over, hitting Zhong Yuemin directly. "You kid, it's ok if you don't study, but don't be a bad example to others! If you shake the morale of the army, I will hold you accountable."

Zhong Yuemin chuckled, threw the pillow back on the bed, and waved his hand coolly. "Brothers, do you want to go shopping in Xiushui Street? I have a letter to mail."

"Don't go."

"No, I still have to read."

"Okay, you guys continue to study hard, I'm leaving."

Zhong Yuemin stood in front of the Chaoyang District Post Office and took a deep breath of the cool breeze of early autumn. The sun shone through the sparse clouds and sprinkled on the streets, bringing a touch of warmth to this busy city. He held the letter that was about to be sent far away tightly in his hand, and his heart was filled with complex emotions.

To send international letters, you always need to go to a large post office. Zhong Yuemin knew that an ordinary small post office could not carry the longing and expectation that crossed the ocean. He specially checked the postal code to ensure that every number was correct, and affixed three one-yuan stamps, which were the pass for the letter to go far away.

Zhong Yuemin walked slowly to the mailbox and threw the envelope into the deep darkness. The envelope drew a graceful arc in the air, like a bird carrying hope, flapping its wings and flying to an unknown distance. Zhong Yuemin stared at the envelope that gradually disappeared from his sight, and ripples appeared in his heart.

Zhong Yuemin turned and left the post office, his steps were heavy. This letter carried too many emotions and expectations for him. He thought of Qin Ling and Xiao Shiyu who were far away overseas, and the time they had spent together, the laughter, and the experiences they had shared. Now, they are at opposite ends of the world, and can only tell each other about their current situation and thoughts through letters.

As soon as Zhong Yuemin stepped out of the post office, he heard a commotion not far away, mixed with rude shouting and cursing. He frowned and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see the crowd gathering towards a certain center at an alarming speed, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

The Chaoyang people have always had the habit of watching the excitement. They seem to have strong insight. They are everywhere and know everything.

These people may be enthusiastic residents wearing red armbands in the community, shop owners, or elderly people doing morning exercises together. When they are on their way to buy groceries or taking a walk, if they find anything suspicious, they will immediately surround them and turn into private detectives to find out the truth of the matter.

Zhong Yuemin also likes to watch the excitement! His curiosity was also aroused by the noise, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace and walk towards the direction where the crowd gathered. As he approached, the noise became clearer and clearer, and the shouting, discussions, and screams intertwined to form a noisy and chaotic picture.

As Zhong Yuemin approached, he heard a burst of harsh scolding, followed by the dull sound of flesh colliding and a series of miserable groans. He quickened his pace and turned the corner, and saw a scene that shocked him.

A tall young man with a fierce look on his face, tightly grasped the collar of another man with one hand, and slapped him on the face like raindrops. He hit him and cursed: "Fuck you, why don't you ask who I am? How dare you come to my territory to take advantage of me?"

The man who was beaten held his head with both hands, curled up into a ball, and could only groan in pain. "Oh, brother, brother, I was wrong, please let me go, I won't dare to do it again next time."

Zhong Yuemin saw the scene clearly and was stunned. He knew the young man who beat the man. He was a subordinate of Li Kuiyong, named Li Erhu. As for whether he was Li Kuiyong's brother, he didn't know.